Broadheadscreek
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Well after having fly fished for over 30 years I was setting here reflecting on the past seasons . There are many events that stand fresh in my mind just if it was yesterday but one keeps shouting out at me . Every evening I would go to fish my home water the Brodheads and then make my way home at dark and on my way home I would stop by my good friends house and give him the low down on the fishing his name is Arron Strohmier. And the reason being he enjoyed the company and the stories as he was once a force to be reconed with on the steam. He was one hell of a man and an even better Fly Fisherman I knew him from the time I was 5 years old . When I was young he would go out of his way to stop and talk to me while I was fishing at our local pond and clammor about the big one.He tought me alot over the years.
Well you get where I am going with this I'll cut to the chase. While fishing at my forvorite spot on the Brodheads on a balmy July 2007 evening I notice Arrons car coming down the old dirt road to where I was fishing he parked and walked down the path and asked how I was making out? I told him great there was a good hatch of caddis coming off that evening and there was a ton of fish rising eagerly to get them . After a few nights of him coming down to watch I suggested to him why don't you string up that old Orvis midge and get down here with me and show me how it's done and his reply was ah I'm to old for this crap him being 89 at the time. I didn't let up with my request several more nights till one night low and behold here comes his car down the road to the usual parking spot he got out of his car and went to the back seat and brought out his favorite fly rod already strug up he did at home so he could see to tie his fly on. Arron came walking down the bank not knowing what to expect but you could see the excitement and anticipation in his eyes when I told him the fish where rising with in casting distance from the bank it was even more evident . He removed that trusty fly from the keeper and stripped line from the reel as had done many times before and waited for the signal of a hungry trout that all familiar rise and as if never missing a beat with 2 false cast layed the fly genty down a foot or so before the rise. That trout came as quickly to his well presented fly as it did to the natural and was brought to hand a fine brown arround 14" long and I believe the smile on his face was as big as that fish what an honor to watch him relive that moment and excitement he has alway's know for one last time as he saddly passed away shortly before Christmas that year. I had a chance to speak with him before he had passed and he thanked me for that night and encouraging him to do it my reply was Thank You Mr. Strohmier Thank you for the Memory. You will be missed.
In tribute To Mr. Strohmier
A Great Fly Fisherman!!
Well you get where I am going with this I'll cut to the chase. While fishing at my forvorite spot on the Brodheads on a balmy July 2007 evening I notice Arrons car coming down the old dirt road to where I was fishing he parked and walked down the path and asked how I was making out? I told him great there was a good hatch of caddis coming off that evening and there was a ton of fish rising eagerly to get them . After a few nights of him coming down to watch I suggested to him why don't you string up that old Orvis midge and get down here with me and show me how it's done and his reply was ah I'm to old for this crap him being 89 at the time. I didn't let up with my request several more nights till one night low and behold here comes his car down the road to the usual parking spot he got out of his car and went to the back seat and brought out his favorite fly rod already strug up he did at home so he could see to tie his fly on. Arron came walking down the bank not knowing what to expect but you could see the excitement and anticipation in his eyes when I told him the fish where rising with in casting distance from the bank it was even more evident . He removed that trusty fly from the keeper and stripped line from the reel as had done many times before and waited for the signal of a hungry trout that all familiar rise and as if never missing a beat with 2 false cast layed the fly genty down a foot or so before the rise. That trout came as quickly to his well presented fly as it did to the natural and was brought to hand a fine brown arround 14" long and I believe the smile on his face was as big as that fish what an honor to watch him relive that moment and excitement he has alway's know for one last time as he saddly passed away shortly before Christmas that year. I had a chance to speak with him before he had passed and he thanked me for that night and encouraging him to do it my reply was Thank You Mr. Strohmier Thank you for the Memory. You will be missed.
In tribute To Mr. Strohmier
A Great Fly Fisherman!!
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